"Ye Beicheng, you give me out!" A lady in her forties blocked the front of the car and stared angrily.

Jingya's surprised eyes moved to Yebeicheng: "Who is this?"

Ye Beicheng gazed at the lady with a calm expression, but his eyes were not calm.

It was an unspeakable look of endurance and distress, and though quiet and curious, it closed its mouth with interest.

Ye Beicheng pushed the door open, and the lady rushed to him and grabbed his collar. "You mean-hearted man, don't you say you love my daughter? Is that how you love? Is it the way you love to have new love and forget old love?!...